My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 39 Painting Memories

Evelyn

I slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was fucking stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.

A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me.

"Jacob, be fucking quiet. If someone happens to find us now, it's over," I whisper yelled at him, disbelief in my eyes. He appeared to find the situation amusing. The clock showed it was nearly 6:00 in the morning. Judging by the mansion's silence, I knew that all the guests, including my father and Clara-who both slept bulls-were fast asleep. Not gonna lie, occasionally, I found myself doing the same.

"Nobody's going to find us, Evelyn. It's absurd to climb up the stairs at this speed-you look like a tortoise right now."

"Hey, that's insulting," I retorted, momentarily forgetting that we were in the middle of a crisis right now-a bad one.

I cringed at my own voice as it echoed, causing my eyes to widen, and my hand automatically flew to clasp over my mouth.

"Now, who's being loud? Me or you?" he asked, amusement shining in his eyes. Of course, he was enjoying this situation-a whole lot.

"It's..." I lowered my voice, realising I was being loud once again, "It's your fault. You shouldn't have called me that."

"Called you what? A tortoise?" he teased.

"Fuck you!" I glared at him and made a move to storm up the stairs, for a moment forgetting about the fact that I was actually the one insisting on being quiet to avoid prying eyes.

He seized my wrist, pulling me towards him with a swift jerk. My back met his chest, a soft gasp escaping my lips. Leaning in, he brought his lips close to my ear, a suggestive smirk playing on his tempting lips. Even though I couldn't see his expression cause he'd left me no options, I could still bet that his smirk was as irresistibly sexy as ever.

"Well... I suppose last night wasn't enough then?" he began, brushing my hair aside, "So, shall I satisfy your desires again, baby?" His hot breath grazed my skin, and the hair on my neck stood up, sharp as needles.

God, if I don't stop him right now, I doubt I'd have the willpower to in the next few seconds.

"Jacob," I blushed red, pushing against his chest and stepping away, "You are such a—"

"Pervert? I don't mind being called a pervert as long as I get to have you all to myself," he added, looking deadly serious with his words as he once again moved to grab my hand and pull me towards him, "You are all mine."

"No way," a giggle involuntarily escaped my lips as I moved out of his reach.

Why couldn't seem to stop smiling when I was with him?

"Was that a no? Are you saying that you are not mine?" he arched an eyebrow. Well... It was definitely easy to get on his nerves.

emphasised, popping

I could even process it, I found myself ensnared in his muscular arms, and the very next moment, he hoisted me over his shoulder and headed up

barely registered any

view a little too much." I could most certainly feel his gaze on

see me. "It's my dad's mansion. Here, what I say goes!"

with me, sweetheart," he chuckled, the deep sound alone capable

protested, throwing

to stick to that foolish logic, just to remind you,

pair of mad dogs, "And besides that, we still haven't determined your punishment for that 'great grandfather' lie. You

heard

man to act

was

carrying me towards his room and

want to punish me so bad, then suffocate me by sitting on my face, I'm always open

tossed onto the bed. A gasp slipped past my

again, my intended words were left unfinished as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, hot and heavy. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his speed, he dove in, duelling his tongue with mine, kissing

he moved up, kissing me and pressing me into the bed. He

was

kisses

gasped for air, my hands flew to clutch onto his hair. His teeth grazed my skin, leaving his marks and giving me quite a task to hide them-covering those hickeys took a lot of effort when there were so many of

changing his path repeatedly, only to return to the

that again," I whispered, pulling his face closer to mine, his lips wet and

to mine once again. This time, with more force and a

the source of all my

his, "I love you more than you can ever imagine, Jacob. You're the only man I've ever loved, and perhaps, you're the last too," I pressed my forehead against his, my heart racing, "But...there's something I need to ask you. I tried not to, but I just need

is it, Evelyn?" he asked, without

was undeniably attractive, elegant and carried an air of maturity that set her apart

carry from that relationship, it's regret. Too much of it. I feel nothing for her; she's just a stranger to me, if I put the bad memories aside. You don't

eyes. He knew what doubts

across my lips. His words were enough; I didn't need any further reassurance. Without wasting another moment, I slipped my hands into

chain around his neck, I pulled him nearer. I heard him chuckle in the midst

the atmosphere of the room. It wasn't

his phone flashing with a caller ID

Oh shit!